World of Cultivation

Yi Zhengshen was in a miserable state.

The navy blue monk's robe was in pieces, his steps staggered, and there was no trace of the etiquette and manners taught by his master. But at this time, who would take etiquette seriously?

He had no idea that an extremely ordinary sect mission would lead him to this hellish place. Many times, he thought he had arrived at Abi Hell, which only appeared in classics. Fortunately, he has practiced extremely hard over the years, and has the careful guidance of his senior brother. Although his fighting power is not strong, his body is made of steel and iron, and no one can match him.

It is precisely because of his strong defense that he has survived so far in this vast fog of talent.

He never understood that his senior brother insisted on practicing "Prajna Zen Body" before, but now he realized the power of this Zen skill. A circle of Sanskrit words circulated around his body, and the corrosive power of the evil mist prevented it from contaminating him.

"No evil will invade...No evil will invade..."

Yi Zheng kept mumbling, and beads of sweat were clearly visible on his smooth head. It had only been three days since he entered this fog, but during these three days, he was filled with fear and fear. He is a Zen practitioner, and he is most sensitive to evil, dirty and sinister things. But the evil fog in front of me is boundless and the evil energy is so heavy that it is unbelievable.

Apart from Abi Hell, Yi Zheng really couldn't think of any other place that could be so vicious.

Fortunately, his Prajna Zen body was naturally capable of restraining these evil things. Although he was embarrassed all the way, he was not injured. But his heart did not dare to relax at all. Such an extremely dangerous place was not even recorded in the sect's classics. It would be absolutely terrifying to breed extremely dangerous things.

Subjugate demons?

Don't be kidding, Yi Zheng knows his own weight very well. He still thinks it's a miracle that he hasn't been injured yet. At the moment, he can only hope that the news of his disappearance will spread quickly to the sect, and the sect will send someone to save him as soon as possible. In fact, deep down in his heart, he also knew that there was little hope.

He was only a marginal figure within the sect, and he didn't know how long it would take for the sect to react after he disappeared.

He thought of his eldest brother, and when he thought that he was no longer in the sect, his eldest brother would only suffer more cold treatment in the future, and his mood immediately became a little depressed.

In the mist, he moved forward unconsciously.

Not long after walking, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from ahead. Yi Zheng woke up suddenly. He was stunned and overjoyed, and ran barefoot following the sound.

The sound of fighting became increasingly clear.

Soon, he saw a man fighting fiercely with a Soul Scorpion.

He approached carefully, and when he saw the scorpion clearly, he couldn't help but gasp. With a body of more than three feet and a pair of giant claws like door panels, Yi Zheng felt his scalp numb. If he is hit by these giant pincers, even his own Prajna Zen body will be unable to withstand any attack.

My dear Buddha!

Yi Zheng swallowed hard, his eyes seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move away. It's not because of Scorpion's strength, but because of the weirdness of the scene.

Scorpion's opponent was a swordsman. Although the chest-high black sword was actually more like a horse-killing sword, Yi Zheng could tell at a glance that the opponent was a swordsman, a very authentic swordsman.

What a powerful swordsman!

Yi Zheng was shocked. He recognized the origin of this scorpion, the evil soul beast. This was an evil soul beast, a vicious creature bred from evil mist! He had been worried before that the evil things born in this extremely dangerous place must be extraordinary, but when he saw this evil soul scorpion, he realized how powerful the evil things born in this evil place were. Fierce!

If Yi Zheng had a clear mind at this moment, he would have been pale and horrified, but at this moment, his eyes were completely attracted by the strange battle in front of him.

The sword cultivator's expression was sluggish, as if he was suffering from hysteria, his movements were slow and his eyes were dull...

Every time he saw the evil soul scorpion's giant claws about to tear him in half, the swordsman's slow movements would suddenly become light and agile, blocking the vicious claws in a thrilling way. The sword cultivator's confused expression, his dull and slow reaction, and his sudden and sudden agility without warning,

It forms an extremely strong contrast and feels extremely weird.

After just a few glances, Yi Zheng felt that his spiritual power was surging violently, and there were faint signs of losing control. He couldn't help but turn pale in horror. If he said his spiritual power was peaceful and upright, and he was blessed with meditation, why would he lose control of his spiritual power just because he watched others fight?

Yi Zheng simply activated his mental skills, and then he dared to focus on the field again.

The signs of losing control of his spiritual power suddenly disappeared.

Yi Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the one man and one scorpion who were fighting again. After looking closely for a moment, the look of shock on his face became more and more serious, and he looked at the swordsman as if he had seen a ghost. Before, he thought that sword cultivators were surrounded by dangers and could be destroyed at any time. Now that he could see clearly, he was shocked to find that there seemed to be an invisible force between the sword's black swords. The fierce Soul Scorpion was like a puppet pulled by countless thin threads. In this invisible force, struggle.

Terrible sword intent!

Yi Zheng was completely unaware of the sword cultivator's sword intent. At this point, he was so impressed by the sword cultivator's strength that he fell to the ground. It was not that he had never encountered a sword cultivator before, but this was the first time he saw such a powerful sword cultivator. Moreover, the other party's age seems to be not much different from mine. For such a young man, he has terrifying strength. He must be a proud disciple of some great swordsmanship sect.

Could it be that he is a disciple of Kunlun?

Once he saw the situation clearly, Yi Zheng was not in a hurry and was thinking about how to greet the opponent later. He scratched his head a little. This was his first time going down the mountain and he had no experience at all.

However, Yi Zheng already felt that he was quite lucky to be able to meet a cultivator in such a dangerous place.

After a while, the battle was not over yet, and now Yi Zheng could see something was wrong.

Jian Xiu's expression was confused, showing no signs of waking up.

Could it be...

Yi Zheng was brave and careful. He thought about it and waited for a moment. Seeing that the situation did not improve at all, he thought for a moment and suddenly began to chant in a low voice.

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Countless pictures passed before Wei Sheng's eyes, fleeting, yet so clear.

The dream I made when I was young, pursued without fear of hardships, experienced setbacks and injuries, learned the sword in a waterfall, became a disciple, drank with Junior Brother Zuo under the moon, the order of the master...

Countless pictures merged together and suddenly turned into a big net with a hood over it.

There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

The net tightened and tightened around him. He felt breathless, and a strong sense of suffocation filled his body. He was like a fish in a net. The more he struggled, the tighter the net tightened.

Why?

Why is this happening?

I just want to practice my sword...

A burst of anger suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, and he was like a trapped animal in a net, struggling in vain.

why why……

Like a silent cry, like an angry roar.

why why……

His voice was hoarse, like a whine.

Vaguely, he dreamed of a starry sky. In the watery night, the sky is densely covered with stars, the open wilderness is blown by the breeze, and the light blue glossy swallowtail grass is flying briskly in the wind.

A seven or eight-year-old child was sleeping among the grass, looking up at the streaks of light across the sky, and exclaimed in a childish voice: "So beautiful!"

The child jumped up from the grass, and the wind blew over his face, revealing his gem-like eyes.

A seed is quietly planted in the heart of a child.

The dream is so real, as if it is within reach, yet so far away, like the moon reflected on the water. However, at this time, Wei Sheng was as dumb as a clay sculpture, and he stared blankly at the child.

Suddenly, something seemed to break in his heart, and something came out.

Distant and unfamiliar childhood memories suddenly appeared in his mind, and some forgotten reasons and simple thoughts began to sprout and grow like swallowtail seeds that had broken their shells.

Yes, my dream is to practice swordsmanship.

A simple dream, a simple pursuit, a wish made by a child under the starry sky.

Inexplicable relief came to his mind, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace. Wei Sheng looked at the child under the starry sky with a smile, and warmth crept into his chest.

Yes, just because I like it.

The complicated worldly chores made him feel helpless, as if they were so small and insignificant.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and without any impurities.

The dry meridians suddenly surged with countless spiritual powers, just like countless springs suddenly emerging from the earth. Wherever these new spiritual powers passed, the places where his meridians were injured immediately glowed with vitality like a dead tree in spring.

The spiritual power gushes out continuously, and in a short period of time, his spiritual power returns to its best condition. But the spiritual energy pouring out showed no signs of stopping. They continued to pour into Wei Sheng's meridians, filling every inch of space in the meridians.

When all the meridians in Wei Sheng's body were filled with spiritual power, the new spiritual power began to move toward his Dantian.

Wei Sheng didn't stop him, he had nothing, only his eyes, in the mist, became brighter and brighter, full of joy, which was the joy from the heart.

The black sword in his hand was cast with a faint light.

The evil mist around him seemed to be suddenly pushed by a huge force, moving away from Wei Sheng, and disappeared before the blink of an eye.

Yi Zheng stared blankly at everything that happened in front of him with his mouth wide open, forgetting to even chant.

Wow.

The Soul Scorpion broke into dozens of pieces without any warning and scattered on the ground. The cuts were extremely smooth, and even the giant indestructible claws were dismembered into several pieces.

A sword shadow appeared behind Wei Sheng.

The sword shadow turned from blurry to clear, and continued to grow in size. In just ten breaths, the sword shadow grew to dozens of feet high.

The tip of its sword pointed straight at the sky, showing no signs of stopping. It pierced through the evil mist, as if it would pierce through the sky.

Under the shadow of the huge sword, Wei Sheng stood tall and tall.

Thunder rolled in the evil mist, thousands of evil soul beasts screamed in unison, and the blood-red sky seemed to be boiling.

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